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When Dan Re-Entered My Life
by pskao (address withheld)

***

Beth, Dan’s ex-fiancée, tells how she met and then left 
Dan in college, and then what happened after they met 
again ten years later. (MMF, cheat, prost, preg, inc)

***

I read "Jimmy's Story" with great interest and I 
recognized myself as Beth, Dan's fiancée. I remember 
the trick of putting a partially filled glass on one 
corner of the table when Dan and I wanted privacy, or 
coming to the apartment to find a glass already there 
and leaving Jimmy and Debbie to their privacy. Jimmy's 
story referred to a couple of other stories, from which 
I learned more about Dan's childhood than I ever 
learned from Dan. He was really very quite about his 
past.

I met Dan when we were juniors in college in the early 
60s. I was immediately attracted to him with his bright 
red head and his swimmer's body. I think I interested 
him, too. I've had big breasts since I was 13, which 
was an embarrassment and a disappointment to me as I 
wanted to be a ballerina--big breasts made me too top 
heavy. I've always thought my best features were my 
legs and my butt. Years of dance gave me great legs and 
a very tight butt.

Dan was always very popular at school. He always had a 
crowd of students, both men and women, around him. 
Although he never seemed to date any of us women 
students, or at least never more than once in a row, 
there seemed to be a hint of a dangerous ladies man 
about him. 

None of us students had heard anything about him and 
any other girls, but there were vague rumors of him 
being involved with various professors' wives and other 
married women. The few girls he dated said he was the 
prefect gentleman, but all said he really knew how to 
kiss a girl and touch her just right. They all said, 
when they talked about it, that it was always he who 
stopped, not them.

Early in our senior year, Dan asked me for a date. The 
girls were right. He was a great kisser and he knew how 
to make me come without removing my clothing, or at 
least by just moving my panties aside. As I'd devoted 
myself to dance, I'd never been intimate with any boys, 
so I was still a virgin. Dan discovered this before 
making me come while we were necking in my car one 
night. 

He also taught me that my breasts, my huge ungainly 
breasts that kept me from being a really good dancer, 
were very sensitive. Never having really dated, his 
were the first male hands on them. He turned me into 
jelly just by squeezing them and pinching my nipples. 
I'd hated my big boobs before then.

The other girls were right. Dan could have taken my 
virginity right there in the car on lover's lane, but 
he stopped. After I'd come twice already, he removed 
his hands from under my skirt and sweater, and 
suggested we return from our date. Was something wrong 
with me? I wondered. But then I remembered that he 
never dated college girls more than once. Still, I 
wondered if I was a disappointment.

I was really happy when he asked me out again the next 
weekend. He'd never done that with any other college 
girl. That weekend, I met Jimmy and his girlfriend 
Debbie in their apartment. Jimmy and Debbie were going 
out, which left me alone with Dan. In the bedroom, 
Dan's hands on my breasts made me his willing partner 
in our undressing each other. I'd never seen a man's 
dick before. Dan's looked big and he confirmed that he 
was a lot larger than average. 

I learned that a man's tongue and fingers in my pussy 
were Oh! so much better than just fingers. I'd played 
with myself, but Dan was an expert. Dan taught me to 
suck his dick that night, but I was still a virgin when 
he walked me to my apartment afterwards. His hands on 
my breasts convinced me that big boobs could be an 
asset, after all.

I was rapidly falling in love with Dan. He wasn't 
pushing things, we talked about lots of things of 
mutual interest, he was obviously very intelligent and 
seemed to respect my opinions. We had several mutual 
interests. We argued about politics as he admired 
President Kennedy and I was skeptical, but neither of 
us was very passionate about it. 

We were good friends, and we weren't even lovers in the 
technical sense, yet. I think he enjoyed making me 
come, I certainly enjoyed it, and I came to love 
drinking his come. After the Christmas break when he 
asked me to marry him, I naturally said yes. Jimmy and 
Debbie were engaged by then, too.

The weekend after we became engaged, we finally had sex 
together. Jimmy and Debbie were out, so we were in the 
bedroom of his apartment. We'd already undressed and 
licked each other to orgasm, well, him to one and me to 
several. As usual, we continued until he was hard 
again. Then he stopped, reached into a drawer, and got 
out a condom. After getting it out of its packet, he 
said, "We'd better use this so that I don't get you 
pregnant."

"But we're engaged!" I said.

"You never know," he responded. "Maybe you'll discover 
some unsavory truth about me and break the engagement."

I just looked at him funny as he figured out how to put 
the condom on.

He looked at me sheepishly and said, "I've never used 
one of these, before."

"Let me help," and together we rolled it down his cock.

He said, "We can do this either of two ways. Either 
you're on your back and I push into you, or I'm on my 
back and you take me into you at your own speed. That 
might be the best way."

That's what we did. I was already dripping and loose 
from my previous comes, so it didn't take me long to 
drop down his cock to where its head was touching my 
cherry. My cherry was already pretty loose from 
stretching and dancing, but I was still a bit 
apprehensive about losing this final symbol of my 
virginity. 

Dan was very supportive, caressing my legs, my back, 
squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and diddling 
my clit. He was letting me go at my own pace. Finally, 
I sat down on him, stopping when I was all the way 
down. I then leaned forward on his chest as I came. I 
could feel his cock pulsate as he came inside his 
condom.

Dan kissed my face, felt my butt and back, and caressed 
the sides of my breasts as they flopped off his chest. 
He said, "You're not a virgin anymore. You'll have to 
marry me, now."

I just looked at him and said, "Good."

He said, "I'll have to use another rubber if we want to 
do this again, tonight."

I said eagerly, "Can we? Can we try other positions?"

We certainly did. I may have been Dan's first virgin, 
but I certainly wasn't his first woman. We went through 
another three condoms that night. Dan was an excellent 
teacher.

As Jimmy mentioned, we went through a lot of condoms. 
Dan and I double-dated with Jimmy and Debbie, and I 
became friends with Debbie. Then in April or May, 
Debbie told me that she was pregnant and that Dan was 
the father. Dan!!?? My fiancé?! I was stunned. Later, 
Jimmy confirmed it and told me that Dan had never 
really been faithful to me. Jimmy pointed out several 
of the professors' wives who'd gotten pregnant while we 
were dating. I was furious. Jimmy and I had our only 
fuck that afternoon. I made him use a condom. I broke 
up with Dan that night.

I talked with Debbie near graduation. She said that Dan 
had helped her find a really nice man who was willing 
to marry her. She'd already told the man the truth that 
she was already pregnant, but apparently Dan had 
coached her into how to really entice and seduce the 
guy so that he was willing to raise her baby as his 
own. I went to their wedding, and although I've lost 
touch with her over the years, I learned she and the 
guy have had more children. When last I heard from her, 
she told me she was really happy at the way things 
turned out.

 * * *

Ten years later when Nixon was running for re-election, 
I was married to Harry, a really good man. I'd told him 
about both Dan and Jimmy before we got married, and he 
wasn't at all jealous. We'd been married for 8½ years 
and had three kids, all boys, one after 10 months of 
marriage and then one every two years or so. I 
continued dancing to keep myself in trim after the 
births. After the third, Harry got a vasectomy.

Our sex life tapered off after our third child. It had 
never been that active anyway.

Early in our marriage while I was pregnant with our 
first child, Harry mentioned that he'd like to see me 
fuck another man or at least have an affair and tell 
him all about it. I told him he was crazy and that I 
could never do anything like that. He brought it up 
again while I was pregnant with each of our other two, 
but I absolutely refused.

One day in 1972, I received a call from Dan out of the 
blue. He told me how beautiful I'd been in college, how 
much he loved fucking me, and how he'd like to do it 
some more. His sales route had been changed and now 
he'd be visiting our town for three days/two nights 
every two weeks or so. He asked if he could see me 
again.

I asked, "Are you still seeing lots of other women?"

He said, "Of course! I have at least one in every town 
on my route. I won't lie or hide things from you, Beth. 
I learned not to do that in college with you. I want 
you again, but you have to know I won't be faithful. 
Besides, I heard you were married with children. Debbie 
told me."

I responded, "I can't give you an answer just now. I 
have to talk to my husband first. Harry knows about us. 
He might agree to let me see you. Call me back in a 
couple of days, and I'll let you know."

When I told Harry that Dan called, Harry said, "Does 
that mean you'll make my dream come true?"

"Harry!"

"Maybe he just wants to talk about old times."

I gave him a summary of our conversation to dispel that 
notion right away. Dan wanted to fuck me, not talk 
about old times.

Harry said, "I'll leave it up to you. I hope you go 
ahead and fuck him. Just tell me all the details."

I said, "I'm not taking birth control. I'm only 32 and 
still fertile. Dan's gotten a lot of women pregnant, 
and if I let him fuck me, I'm sure I'll be pregnant, 
too. I think I'll be at the peak of my fertile cycle 
when he visits. Are you okay with that?"

Harry was excited. "Oh, God! Yes! I almost wish he were 
black so that it'd be obvious you were unfaithful. Be 
as much a slut with him as you want! Just tell me 
everything!"

"Well, he has bright red hair. Jimmy told me his other 
kids have reddish hair. Are you sure you don't mind us 
having other kids, even if they're not yours?"

"Hell, no! Why do you think I got a vasectomy when I 
knew you wanted a large family? I want you to cheat, to 
be a slut, to get pregnant, even to be a street-walking 
whore if you want. To me, it'd be best if you didn't 
even know who the father was because you'd had so many 
men during your fertile period."

I said, "You're really kinky, Harry. Kinkier than I 
thought! That won't happen. I used to be in love with 
Dan, but I have to feel something to be with someone. 
You're only my third, you know."

"I know. Meet Dan and have fun. Be a slut for me, 
dear."

We arranged it so that when Dan called back, I'd invite 
him to dinner at our house. I wasn't comfortable with 
Harry watching, so he agreed to take the kids to his 
sister's house and work late. I'd try to get Dan to 
leave at midnight so that Harry wouldn't be out too 
late. If things went well, I'd go out with Dan the 
following night, too, but not at our house. When Dan 
called back, I arranged to meet him at our house where 
we could have dinner. 

I was a nervous wreck all week. I had to change my 
panties several times a day as they got soaked from my 
dripping cunt, remembering how good Dan made me feel. I 
was a cat in heat, and Harry and I fucked a couple of 
times a day in anticipation.

I'd bought a sexy, mini-skirted, cocktail dress with a 
deep V to display my cleavage, which I wore for the 
first time that day. It was really hard finding a dress 
that didn't look like a sack over my big boobs. Harry 
looked ready to devour me, but I put him off as I 
wanted to be fresh for Dan. 

I wore thigh-high stockings underneath as I didn't want 
pantyhose to get in the way. I thought about not 
wearing panties, but realized I'd stain my dress with 
pussy-juice if I didn't. I'm so huge on top, that I 
also wore a bra, but one that was low in front so I 
could show off my cleavage.

Harry took the kids and left five just minutes before 
Dan arrived. Those minutes were hours to me. I was so 
wet, I was afraid I'd have to change my panties again, 
but then Dan knocked on the door.

He said, "Wow! You're stunning! You're even more 
beautiful than I remembered! You must still dance to 
keep that beautiful figure!"

I noticed that he was in even better shape than in 
college, too. Just after he closed the door, he took me 
in his arms to kiss me. I made no move to stop him as 
he gripped my ass and fondled my boobs. Eventually, we 
broke the kiss and I invited him in. I broke out the 
champagne I had in the fridge, and we both drank a 
couple of glass while sitting on the couch talking 
about what we'd been doing since college. 

I could feel my pussy leaking the whole time. I think 
my panties were like a dripping sponge with my juices. 
My boobs were just aching to be squeezed. I'm not sure 
I was coherent anymore, when he put our glasses back on 
the coffee table with the half-full bottle, then took 
me into his arms for another kiss. We were hungry, but 
for each other and not for dinner.

As we undressed each other, he said, "I'm going to fuck 
you without a condom, this time. God, I've missed your 
pussy!"

I said, "Harry hopes you get me pregnant. Fuck me, 
please!"

I laid back on the couch and pulled him over me. I was 
so juicy, his big cock just slid right in. I came for 
the first time that night when he touched bottom. I 
came again just a few strokes later when I felt him 
starting to spurt inside of me. I think I groaned or 
squealed into his mouth. I moaned, "Oh, I've missed you 
and your big cock."

Dan pulled out and said, "I've wanted you without a 
condom ever since I first laid eyes on you. Damn, 
you're a wonderful woman. Suck me hard, again!"

We got into a 69 position and brought each other off 
orally. I seemed to be on a hair trigger, as I got off 
three times before he started to spurt in my mouth. 
When I got off of him, his face was slimy with his own 
spunk that had dripped out of my cunt. His spunk was 
all over the couch. I'd swallowed what I could, and it 
was in my hair and on my face as well.

I said, "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom. We can clean 
off a little in our master bath. We'll leave evidence 
that we fucked down here for Harry to find. He's been 
begging me to cheat on him for years."

"He sounds very strange," Dan commented as we climbed 
the stairs naked.

While we washed, I continued, "Yeah, I just found out 
how kinky this week. He said he wouldn't mind if I 
became a whore, and that he'd like me to have a black 
baby to make my cheating on him even more obvious. What 
he'd really like is if I got pregnant and didn't know 
which of several possibilities was the real father. I 
told him I couldn't ever do that, even for him."

Dan smiled at me, caressed my butt, and said, "I won't 
ask you to do that tonight, either. Right now, I just 
want to fuck you and make you pregnant."

Our earlier fuck and suck reduced our urgency. We 
fucked for hours in all the positions Dan had taught me 
while we were students. My crotch was a sopping mess, 
as were the sheets on the bed. We'd kicked the covers 
off as we were both so warm from our fucking that we 
didn't need them. 

I think Dan came inside of me at least two more times 
that night. I lost count of all of my orgasms, but I 
had several to his one. Between fucks, we'd just rest 
with his dick inside of me, plugging up my cunt so that 
his sperm had more chances to find my eggs in my womb.

Finally I said, "Harry's going to be back at midnight. 
You should leave soon."

He said, "I want to see you again, tomorrow, okay? I 
have one more thing to teach you."

"Tomorrow? Yes, of course. God, you're good. I didn't 
think there was anything left for us to do."

He said, "I still haven't fucked your ass. When we were 
engaged, I was saving it for our wedding night." I must 
have looked shocked, because he continued, "I take it 
Harry's never fucked your ass?"

"No. I didn't know it was possible. You're dick is 
pretty big to fit in my tiny hole."

"I've fucked smaller girls than you in the ass. I think 
they like it, as they almost always ask for it again. 
Are we on for tomorrow, same time?"

I thought about losing my anal virginity, and decided 
that if anyone could do it properly, it would be Dan. 
He was and is the most experienced lover I've ever had. 
I was sure that Harry would like to try it after I told 
him about losing it to Dan. We made arrangements for me 
to meet him at his motel tomorrow.

He washed while I lay on the wet sheets, then went 
down-stairs, got dressed and left. I walked him to the 
door and kissed him with the door open. His back was to 
the street so no one could see, but I felt deliciously 
wicked kissing him where our neighbors could see us. He 
cupped my ass and squeezed my boobs one more time 
before leaving. I left the door open and waved as he 
walked to his car. If anyone was watching, there was no 
doubt as to what Dan and I had been doing. My crotch 
was sopping wet and sticky.

I had just lain down on the wet bed--there were no dry 
spots--when I heard the door open and Harry come in. I 
closed my eyes as I was really drowsy, and listened to 
Harry puttering around downstairs. I could imagine him 
finding come spots on the couch and sniffing them, 
perhaps even tasting them, and knowing that his here-
to-fore faithful wife had been well and truly fucked by 
her first lover. 

I wondered if he was thinking of Dan's sperm searching 
for my egg. If Harry didn't want me to do this, didn't 
want me to get pregnant, he shouldn't have encouraged 
me. I had no regrets. I listened to Harry coming up the 
stairs and waited for his reaction to the sight of me.

I just lay there with my eyes closed when Harry came 
into the room. I could hear him stop and look at me. I 
was a mess with Dan's come matted in my pubic hair, on 
my thighs, on my belly, oozing out of my slit. I heard 
Harry undressing, then getting on the bed and spreading 
my legs. He fingered my soggy twat before climbing 
between my legs and stuffing his dick in me in one 
stroke. I was really loose from Dan. Harry pulled 
almost all the way out and stopped. I opened my eyes to 
see him looking at his cock. I said, "That's Dan's 
sperm you feel inside me."

Harry said, "I know," then kissed me and pushed deep 
into my cunt again.

"That's Dan's sperm on my breath, too."

"I love it! I knew when I married you that a woman as 
beautiful as you had to be a slut! God! I'm coming just 
knowing another man might have gotten you pregnant! Oh! 
Unh!"

I felt nothing. Harry's little dick rarely got me off, 
and he usually had to use his tongue and fingers to get 
me going. After Dan had used me so thoroughly that 
evening, I could barely feel Harry.

When Harry had calmed down, I said, "Dan wants to see 
me tomorrow, too. Alright?"

"God, yes! Fuck him all you want. Do it in public.

Become his whore. Just tell me all about it!"

"Dan said he's going to take my anal virginity 
tomorrow.

Is that okay?"

"In the ass? I hope he does to you what I can't. I'd 
love to fuck you in the ass after he's already come 
there! I want you to become a horny slut eager for any 
man. I want you to have lots of children of all races! 
I want you to be a slut and a whore! I want to stay 
married to you and raise your little bastards!!"

I didn't say anything, but drifted off to sleep while 
Harry continued to fuck me. I awoke two or three times 
that night to Harry fucking me. I just fell back to 
sleep while he humped away. He'd given me a lot to 
think about. I know our marriage had changed, but 
whether for good or bad, time would tell.

* * *

Next evening I went to see Dan and we went out for 
dinner and dancing. "Dancing," hah! It was more like 
dry-humping to music. I hadn't worn panties or 
stockings that night as I knew they'd be ripped off if 
I did. I didn't even wear a bra, so my huge boobs 
bounced around a lot when I wasn't pressed tight 
against Dan's body. 

Dan sneaked feels of my ass and pussy while we were 
dancing. I was so horny, I could feel my juices running 
down my legs past my knees under my mini-dress. I'm 
sure that if anyone looked, they saw runnels of juice 
on my legs. When we got back to our table after 
dancing, I could see a damp spot on my chair from when 
I was leaking during dinner.

When we got back to his room, he closed the door, stood 
me up against it, raised my dress to my waist, undid 
his pants, and fucked me standing up against the door. 
Anybody walking by in the hall could've heard the 
rhythmic pounding of the door and guessed what we were 
doing. I think I came on every one of his in strokes. I 
lost count of my orgasms on that door. We didn't strip 
until he came.

He was still hard when he pulled out, unzipped my dress 
and took off his clothes. I merely shrugged off my 
dress, kicked off my shoes, and got on the bed. I 
suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was, 
when Dan began licking my asshole and sticking his 
tongue in there. 

I protested, but he continued. 

He got our combined juices from my pussy and worked 
them into my ass with his fingers, always rooting it 
around in there as if trying to widen the opening. His 
other hand was playing with my pussy and clit, or 
caressing the bottom of my boobs as they lay on the 
bed. He soon got two, then three fingers into my ass. 
Dan had put a lot of sperm in my pussy and his 
manipulations made me generate more of my own juices, 
and he moved a lot of it to grease up my ass.

When I seemed to take three fingers easily in my ass, 
he climbed onto the bed behind me. He got the tip of 
his cock pushed against my asshole, then grabbed me by 
the hips, saying, "Let me know if I'm going too fast. 
I'll try not to hurt you."

He pushed a little bit in. Then a bit more. Then I 
could feel his whole cockhead--it's quite big--slip 
past my anal ring. He began making in and out 
movements, slipping a little deeper each time. He stood 
on the bed with his cock embedded in me so that he 
could let go of my hips and reach around with one hand 
to my pussy and with the other to my boobs. His fingers 
on my clit didn't make me forget the cock burying 
itself in my ass, but they did make me feel good. 

I'd chanced to look at the clock on the bed stand when 
I looked up just as his cock touched my asshole, and I 
looked again after it was fully embedded inside me, so 
I know it took him over half an hour to get it in. It 
didn't feel that long, as I was having multiple orgasms 
and wanted it to continue forever.

Once he got it in, he slowly began fucking my ass. I 
think I encouraged him to go faster and harder. He did, 
and soon was fucking me hard and fast. I loved it. 
Eventually he came inside me and collapsed on my back, 
pushing me flat onto the bed with his cock still 
inside. His fingers were still playing with my clit, 
giving me little orgasms. Come to think of it, I think 
of the time I spent that night in that room, I spent 
over half the time having orgasms.

Dan got off of me to head to the restroom, saying, 
"I'll clean my cock after it's been in your ass, but if 
you do this with other people, you might want to make 
sure you're clean yourself before you let someone in 
there."

"How?"

"Take an enema before you know you're going to fuck."

When he came back, I said, "Harry's going to fuck my 
ass tonight, too. I think he's serious about me 
becoming your slut and whore."

Dan smiled and said, "You're serious?"

I nodded.

He said, "Well, there's times when a loose woman can 
make a sale easier, so I might take you up on that. 
Usually I don't need one, but if you want to try, I can 
set it up. Are you using birth control?"

"No, and I'm fertile tonight. You might be having 
another little bastard to add to your hundreds of 
others. Harry wants me to get pregnant. I want to have 
your children. I think I always have."

Dan gave me a shy smile. He asked, "Do you want only my 
children, or do you want some stranger's child as 
well?"

"Harry wants me not to know who the father of my future 
children are, but that's his kink. I want YOU to be the 
father of my children."

"But you'd also like to try being a whore?"

"I looked down and said, "Yes. I'd like to try once. If 
I don't like it, then I won't do it again. I want to 
continue seeing you as long as you want, though. I know 
you'll never be faithful to any one woman, so you'd 
make a lousy husband, but you're a wonderful lover and 
I want you to be the father of my children in fact, 
even if you don't help raise them."

"How about this, then. We'll continue meeting as we 
have until you're certain that you're pregnant. On my 
next trip after we know you're pregnant, I'll set 
something up so that you can try taking money to fuck a 
stranger. I'll make sure that he's clean. Would that be 
okay?"

I smiled and said, "Yes. That sounds fine."

He said, "If you like it, we can continue doing more of 
the same. Would you like to try more than one stranger 
at a time? I can arrange a gangbang for you, if you 
wish. They'd all pay you quite a lot. Men only dream of 
finding beautiful women like you who are willing to 
take money for a fuck. And you're one of the best fucks 
I've ever had."

"Let's see how the first one goes. If I like it, I'll 
try it. I know Harry'd like it, but I don't care what 
he wants any more, except that he'd like to watch you 
fuck me. Would you mind? I think I'd like to cheat in 
front of him, and maybe even let him join in. Would you 
mind?"

"Not at all. It's so naughty and kinky to fuck a woman 
in front of her man that makes it really special. He 
can even join in if you want, and you'll know what it's 
like to have two cocks in you at the same time. The 
women I've done that with all seem to enjoy it."

"Enough talk. Let's fuck."

We fucked two more times that night. I cleaned off the 
come and my juices off his cock after both fucks. Then 
I went home.

I told Harry everything that happened and what Dan and 
I had agreed to, except that I didn't tell Harry that I 
was planning to have only Dan's babies. Harry took my 
ass during my story. In fact, he seemed to prefer my 
ass after that. I had to teach him to play with my clit 
and boobs while he was in my ass, but once he learned, 
he was a better ass fucker than a pussy fucker, so I 
liked it too.

Harry fucked me every chance he could during the next 
two weeks.

 * * *

When Dan made his scheduled stop two weeks later, I 
introduced him to Harry on the first evening. The kids 
were with Harry's sister, so like Dan's first visit, we 
skipped dinner. We went right to the bedroom, stripping 
as we went. Harry got to watch me suck, then fuck Dan. 
Then he watched Dan take me in the ass. While in my 
ass, Dan held onto me and rolled onto his back and held 
my cunt open and invited Harry in. I'd already had so 
many orgasms that I wasn't fully aware of what was 
going on, and didn't care anyway. 

Harry got to fuck my cunt freshly filled with Dan's 
spunk while Dan was buried in my ass. When they were 
done, Dan told Harry to always wash his cock after 
fucking my ass, and then and washed his own. Then they 
switched, so I got to feel Dan in my pussy while Harry 
fucked my ass. Harry remembered to wash when they were 
done.

I'd pretty much orgasmed my way into numbness during 
this evening, and wasn't fully awake. I wasn't 
unconscious and knew what was happening around me, but 
I didn't seem to have any will power. Anything the boys 
wanted to do to me was fine by me, just so long as I 
kept coming. If either had asked me to suck his dirty 
cock after it'd been pulled from my ass, I would've. 
I'd'ave let them stick their dirty cocks into my cunt, 
too, as long as they made me come.

The boys went downstairs for beer and let me rest while 
they drank it. I'm not sure what they talked about, but 
from hints dropped by both, I think they were talking 
about turning me into a whore. I guess that Dan was 
confirming that Harry really wanted me to be one, to 
have as many men as I could take as often as I would, 
and to get pregnant as frequently as I could.

Dan came upstairs to wash and then kissed me goodbye 
until tomorrow night. God! Just his mouth on mine and 
his hands on my boobs and cunt could make me come now.

Harry's sister was unable to baby-sit for Dan's next 
visit, so Harry stayed home while I went to Dan. We'd 
have dinner and then go to his room to fuck. He'd leave 
his spunk in my pussy, then in my mouth, then in my 
ass, and another two or three in my pussy again. I'd do 
this both nights of Dan's visit, then go home and tell 
Harry all about it while he fucked me. 

Harry seemed to enjoy fucking me while I was asleep 
after a visit to Dan. During the rest of the two weeks 
between Dan's visits, Harry continued to take me 
whenever he could without bothering the kids. I enjoyed 
his attentions even though I rarely came from Harry's 
fucking me--I'd come from his squeezing my boobs and 
playing with my cunt.

By Dan's fourth visit, I knew I was about one month 
pregnant. I told Harry once I knew for certain, and he 
was overjoyed. He told me to remind Dan that I could 
now be a whore. He was fucking me every other night 
while I was asleep now. When I told Dan, he couldn't 
get enough of me either.

I stayed overnight after calling Harry on the first 
night of Dan's fourth visit. I think I slept with Dan's 
big cock in me all night long, and we fucked again 
before he had to get ready to go to work. We left his 
room at the same time.

When I returned that night, we took the edge off with a 
quick fuck. While I was sucking him clean, he said, 
"You know, if you have a boy, he'll probably be just as 
horny as I am. My other boys are. For that matter, the 
girls are too. You're going to have to warn them, the 
boys especially, not to get unmarried girls pregnant. I 
learned that with Debbie."

I stopped licking his cock to kiss him.

He continued, "My kids love to fuck, and will try to 
fuck you and each other. Keep them from getting each 
other pregnant. If you let them fuck you, try to teach 
them how to be good in bed. Teach them to respect and 
love women. Teach them that `no' means `no,' but that 
won't stop them from trying to turn the `no' into a 
`yes.' I plan to make several kids with you, so 
remember my warning."

We started fucking again. As usual, he got all my 
holes, gave me many orgasms, and left me full of come 
for Harry to fuck.

Before I left that night, Dan said, "I can set you up 
with a guy who is willing to pay you for an hour of 
your time the next time I'm in town. Are you still 
willing?"

"God, yes! I've been dripping just thinking about it 
since we first talked about it. Although I haven't had 
a period since you first fucked me two months ago, I've 
had to wear tampons whenever I go out just to keep my 
clothes dry. Since Harry learned I was pregnant, he 
can't leave me alone. He's come close to fucking me in 
front of the kids, but I've stopped him so far. They 
must wonder what we're doing running to our bedroom so 
often."

He said, "I'll bet they know. Once you take money for a 
fuck, you'll be a prostitute, a whore, a hooker, a call 
girl. You can never go back. Are you sure this is what 
you want?"

"Yes! Bring them on! I've become such a slut for 
orgasms, I want all my holes filled with strangers who 
want me only for my body and my looks."

"You're going to be a whore only for a few months. I 
don't want to endanger your baby, our baby. We'll try 
the guy in two weeks to see if you really like it. He's 
willing to pay..." and Dan named a sum that was the 
equivalent of one week of Harry's very good salary.

My eyes widened at the sum and I let out a "Wow!"

Dan said, "If you like it, that will be the minimum 
you'll make per client. You might consider investing in 
a gross of condoms if you're at all worried about 
disease. I'll try to make sure the johns are clean, but 
you can never be sure. I suppose you know the working-
girl word for her customer is her `john.'"

I nodded and said, "I've been researching prostitution 
for the last two months. I'm ready."

* * *

For the next two weeks, Harry asked me to stop wearing 
underwear and to wear really loose tops and short loose 
skirts. He wanted the kids to see him fondling me, to 
see my juices flowing down my legs, to see my ass and 
pussy when he raised my skirt or when I wasn't careful 
about how I sat. 

On the second week, he asked me to wear tops he could 
unbutton so that the kids could see my huge boobs when 
I bent over or when he reached a hand in to fondle 
them. I'm so big that our boys probably couldn't see my 
nipples as they pressing into the fabric of my top when 
I bent over, but they could see them though the loose-
weave fabric anyway or when Harry deliberately left me 
uncovered when he took his hand out. 

The oldest two, at least, were interested. I found I 
could have an orgasm just knowing my kids were ogling 
my partially exposed body while surreptitiously 
squeezing my breast while covering myself. I was 
leaving damp spots on all of the seats in the house, 
including on the kids' beds when I tucked them in at 
night. If my skirt was long enough to sit on, and 
usually it wasn't, it was usually drenched by the end 
of the day.

I still took dance classes, but I was losing interest. 
My thoughts were constantly on getting fucked. I told 
the dance master that I was pregnant and would stop 
coming to class soon. I might return after the baby, if 
only to get back into shape.

 * * *

Dan finally came back in two weeks. I was so high on 
sexual tension that the two weeks seemed both to pass 
in a flash and to last forever. Dan called before he 
arrived to say he'd set it up for his first night here.

This was 1972, and girls exposed a lot more skin then 
than they do now. I wore a loose miniskirt that I could 
not sit on and a sleeveless shirt that I left 
unbuttoned and tied under my breasts. Harry said that 
when I walked, the short skirt lifted enough in back to 
expose my butt. He also liked seeing my nipples through 
the loose weave of the shirt. I also wore high heels, 
but nothing else, not even a watch or my wedding ring.

I was dripping all the way to Dan's room that evening. 
There was a puddle on the driver's seat when I got out 
of the car. I was so excited about becoming a whore and 
fucking a strange man for money. I wasn't sure what to 
expect when I knocked on Dan's door.

Dan opened it and said, "Come on in. I want you to meet 
someone."

I stepped inside and saw a large, slightly pudgy black 
man. Dan said, "I want you to meet the man who will 
turn you into a whore. He'll be your first trick. Are 
you sure this is what you want?"

I said, "Yes! I've been dripping all the way here in 
anticipation! Look!" and I raised my skirt to show the 
juice running down my legs.

I turned to the man and said, "Hello, I'm Beth. To make 
it even better for me, I don't even want to know your 
name. I want my first john to be a total stranger."

The man asked, "That's not come on your legs?"

"No, I wouldn't let my husband fuck me before I left. 
You can taste it if you want. It's just my juices."

He scooped some out of my cunt, making me shiver in a 
mini-climax, then smelled and tasted it. "That's your 
juice all right. How about stripping so I can see the 
goods."

I slipped out of my top and dropped my skirt, then 
slowly pirouetted so he could get a good look at me. I 
heard the man say, "Oh, yeah! She's a stone fox. She'll 
be worth every penny." He looked at Dan and tried 
handing him some money, saying, "Here it is. I'm paying 
extra to ride her bareback."

Dan pointed to me and said, "Give it to her. She's the 
one working for it."

I counted the money and found the man had given me 
about a fifth more than we agreed on. I put it into my 
blouse's pocket.

I sat on the bed while the man undressed. He may have 
been a bit out of shape, but his cock wasn't--it was 
almost as big as Dan's. I inspected it and saw it 
looked clean. The man asked, "Is this really your first 
time turning tricks?"

I said, "Yes. My husband wants me to do it. You'll be 
only my fourth man, and the first whose name I don't 
know."

He tossed me further onto the bed and climbed on, 
spreading my legs. "Are you ready to become a whore?"

"Yes! I don't need any foreplay! Just fuck me! Turn me 
into a hooker!"

His dick made contact with my cunt. He positioned 
himself at my hole and asked again, "Do you want to be 
a whore? Beg me to make you a whore."

"Please, please turn me into a whore. You've already 
paid me, now put your dick in me. Make me earn my pay!"

He slid his dick into me in one long stroke. I came 
before he hit bottom. "Ungh! I love it! Fuck your 
whore! You've made your whore come!"

He came inside me three times that evening. Dan stayed 
dressed, watching from a chair in the corner. I could 
see his cock was hard whenever I glanced at him. The 
guy just fucked my pussy, but made me clean and suck 
his cock between fucks. Maybe he was hoping to put a 
black baby in me.

That was the beginning of my career as a prostitute. 
For three months until my belly was too pronounced, I 
turned tricks for Dan on the first night of his visits, 
but stayed with him on the second night. For a few 
weeks, I just fucked strange men one on one, but then I 
took on two at a time. 

I enjoyed having both holes filled by men who were 
paying me to do it. Dan always just watched from the 
corner, for protection he said. I made more in those 
three months than Harry earned in a year. We were well 
able to afford the baby when it came, with plenty left 
over.

Dan had the same sales route for about two years. He 
got me pregnant again a couple of weeks after I had his 
daughter. I became a whore again, this time taking on 
even larger groups. I was featured at a bachelor party 
and took on 14 guys, I think. At a weeks salary each, I 
made more that night than Harry made in a year. I loved 
getting paid to have sex with strangers.

After Dan's second daughter was born, Dan got me 
pregnant again, and again I became a whore. Harry was 
disappointed that only Dan was getting me pregnant, but 
he loved hearing about all the tricks I was turning. I 
was well into this pregnancy and had stopped turning 
tricks when Dan's sales route was changed. I think Las 
Vegas was on his new route.

Before he left, Dan advised me to invest my money--
several decades' worth of Harry's salary by then--as he 
thought high inflation was coming. Dan thought the 
government was going to have to pay for LBJ's Great 
Society and the Vietnam War somehow, and inflation was 
probably easier for the government than raising taxes. 
He made several suggestions, most of which worked out. 
Harry and I are now multi-millionaires, despite raising 
seven kids.

Seven? Yes. After Dan left, I wasn't getting the long 
hard cock that I now needed. With Harry's permission, I 
became a call girl again after Dan's son was born. I 
didn't use protection and finally made Harry's dream 
come true about not knowing who the father of my baby 
was. I don't know who it was, but he's black.

 * * *

Oh, one last thing, sort of an epilogue, if you will. 
The sluttier I became with Dan and my johns, the more 
Harry wanted me. While I was pregnant and turning 
tricks during my second of Dan's babies, Harry finally 
started fucking me anywhere in the house, even while 
the kids were watching. 

He loved to fuck me while watching TV, while nursing, 
at dinner, bent over the sink, or bent over the stairs. 
As long as it was just us and the kids, he felt no 
modesty. I stopped wearing clothes inside the house 
when we didn't have guests.

However, I remembered Dan's warning about the kids, and 
warned all of them in turn, both Dan's and Harry's, and 
my beautiful brown boy as well.

And yes, I did fuck each of my five boys when they made 
advances. I figured they ought to learn how to please a 
woman before they tried taking some little girl's 
cherry. I made them use condoms, both so that they'd 
know how to use them and to keep from getting pregnant 
myself. Harry asked me to let them get me pregnant, but 
I didn't want to take the risk.

And yes, Dan's daughters became very horny, too. I 
showed them how to please a man by letting them watch 
me with Harry, and then by letting them fuck him, so 
long as they used condoms. He didn't actually fuck them 
until they'd developed large breasts around when they 
were 14. Mine were still bigger than theirs when they 
eventually left for college, but not by much. By then, 
Harry was fucking them more than me, which was fine as 
the boys were always after me and I didn't have as much 
time for Harry.

Once the oldest boy started fucking me, I stopped 
turning tricks. Fucking my own son was the biggest 
turn-on, ever. Dan's son inherited his glib tongue as 
well as his big cock. Like Ruth, I've noticed a lot of 
redheaded children born to the married women in my 
neighborhood.

 The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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